Chapter Twenty-Eight: You Devil

Lin Yi walked, continuing to nurture Dou Dou’s body with his true energy. At that moment, a Volkswagen pulled up beside him.

Wang Yang stepped out respectfully. “Teacher.”

Even the driver greeted him with deference. “Mr. Lin.”

Lin Yi nodded slightly. “Take me home first.”

“Yes, sir.”

Throughout the journey, Lin Yi remained silent, and Wang Yang dared not ask anything. Since Lin Yi had rescued Lin Dou Dou, it meant the master summoned by the Tong family was most likely gone.

Soon, the Volkswagen arrived at the entrance of the residential complex. Once home, Lin Yi laid Dou Dou on the bed, pondering how to clean the little girl’s body, when Angel’s voice sounded outside the door.

“Mr. Lin.”

Lin Yi opened the door and casually tossed her a red Vitality Pill. “You’re just in time. Take this.”

“What’s this?” Angel’s heart leapt—it was a pill.

“A Vitality Pill. It will help you recover from your injuries. Come in.”

Lin Yi stepped aside.

Angel had thought Lin Yi was angry, blaming her for not taking care of Dou Dou, so she had come to apologize, prepared for punishment. Unexpectedly, Lin Yi opened the door and handed her an incredibly precious pill.

“Thank you, Mr. Lin,” Angel said gratefully, quickly slipping inside.

When she saw Dou Dou on the bed, her heart clenched.

“Help me clean Dou Dou,” Lin Yi said.

“No problem.” This was Angel’s quickest reply ever.

Considering Angel was still injured, Lin Yi carried Dou Dou to the bathroom himself.

“Ah, Dou Dou is so lucky to have such a powerful brother,” Angel thought with a tinge of envy. But she knew some things could not be envied.

Angel swallowed the Vitality Pill and hurried over to help. Heat surged through her, rapidly healing her wounds, and the persistent tightness in her chest eased.

“I’ll step out for a bit,” Lin Yi said suddenly.

Angel knew what he was about to do. She nodded. “Mr. Lin, I’ll make sure Dou Dou is clean and beautiful.”

Lin Yi said nothing, glanced at Dou Dou once more, then left.

The Tong family. Tong Yu.

He had overlooked the previous incident with Ye Nantian, but this time, they had gone too far, crossing his bottom line.

Lin Yi reached the complex entrance and got into Wang Yang’s car. Without a word, Wang Yang understood and told the driver, “To the provincial capital, the Tong family!”

Soon, they arrived at the Tong family estate.

“Stop right there. Who are you?” Two security guards blocked Lin Yi’s path.

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Lin Yi spoke coolly, “Lin Yi, here to visit the Tong family.”

“Visit? Ha! This is the Tong family, not a place for any random stray to enter,” sneered the dark-faced guard.

As one of the main powers in Jiang Province, even their gatekeepers felt superior.

Lin Yi gazed directly at the guard, his indifferent eyes sending a chill through the man’s heart.

Only after Lin Yi and Wang Yang entered did the guard snap back to his senses, feeling as if he’d brushed past death itself, drenched in cold sweat.

“Hurry, call the captain—someone’s causing trouble!”

He quickly dialed his phone.

Moments later, a squad of fully armed security rushed over, surrounding Lin Yi and Wang Yang.

“Stop! Don’t you know where you are? How dare you make trouble here?”

Lin Yi didn’t even bother to glance at them. With a gentle push, the guards were sent flying, landing on the ground, unable to rise.

Lin Yi had no intention of harming these ordinary people—his real targets were Tong Yu and the direct line of the Tong family.

“Ah, the Tong family is doomed this time,” Wang Yang sighed softly, but there was no one else to blame—it was their own doing.

At that moment, two elderly men strode over briskly. One wore black, the other white; both had ruddy faces and slightly bulging temples, clear signs of innate mastery.

Wang Yang whispered, “Teacher, these are the Tong family’s innate masters. The one in white is Chen Sheng, the one in black is Chen Li. They’re twins, their minds connected, and their combined martial arts make them unbeatable even for most ninth-level innate masters.”

Chen Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, surveying the fallen guards. He asked solemnly, “Gentlemen, what grievance do you have with the Tong family?”

“Where is Tong Yu?” Lin Yi asked coldly.

“Why do you want the young lady?” Chen Li stepped forward, his aura pressing toward Lin Yi.

“To kill her,” Lin Yi replied.

“Outrageous! The Tong family is not a place for your antics.”

Chen Sheng and Chen Li shouted in unison, charging at Lin Yi.

Lin Yi glanced at them, hands clenched in a feigned fist, and struck each in the chest. The terrifying force instantly shattered their hearts.

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Meanwhile

Tong Yu sat elegantly on the sofa, a maid massaging her feet.

“Haha, I doubt Lin Yi will survive this time. To challenge me, Tong Yu—how foolish!” Tong Yu laughed.

Old Mo smiled gently. “Master Xue has agreed: if he avenges Master Ye, he’ll help our Tong family win the honor of being Jiang Province’s top clan.”

“Yes, and it’s all thanks to me,” Tong Yu said, as if she already held Jiang Province in her hands.

Suddenly, a woman rushed in, flustered. “Miss—Miss, something terrible has happened!”

“What’s wrong?” Tong Yu frowned.

“That—Lin Yi broke in!” the woman said, eyes wide with fear.

“What do you mean?” Even Tong Yu’s sharp mind couldn’t react immediately.

“Lin Yi forced his way into the Tong estate, threatening to kill you. Chen Sheng and Chen Li went to stop him, but he killed them both with a single punch,” the woman explained.

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“Impossible!” Tong Yu shot to her feet.

“It’s true,” the woman insisted.

Tong Yu hastily asked, “Where’s Master Xue?”

The woman gave a bitter smile. “Master Xue is dead too. We saw his body on the drone footage.”

“No! I don’t believe it!” Tong Yu screamed, nearly beside herself.

She had always believed she could control all outcomes, but Lin Yi seemed to be her nemesis, overturning her plans time and again.

Now, because of her mistakes, the Tong family had lost a half-step master and another master who was about to join. The loss was not just unbearable for the Tong family—even the combined great clans of Jiang Province could not withstand it.

The woman trembled under Tong Yu’s furious aura.

Only Old Mo kept his composure. He asked, “Bring me the drone footage.”

“Yes, sir.” The woman handed over a memory card.

Tong Yu snatched it, hands shaking as she inserted it into the computer.

There was only one video. Tong Yu clicked it—Lin Yi killing Xue Zhen with a few steps. The drone was far away, so the sound was inaudible and the picture small, making it hard to see details.

But from Lin Yi’s attack to departure, it took less than three minutes. Three minutes—shorter than most meals, yet in that brief span, a master had died.

“It’s over.”

Tong Yu collapsed to the floor.

Old Mo frowned deeply, sighing, “Miss, perhaps we were wrong from the start.”

Tong Yu, nearly hysterical, retorted, “No, I’m not wrong. It’s all Lin Yi’s fault!”

Bang.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

An old man and a young man strode in—Lin Yi and Wang Yang.

Lin Yi said, “Miss Tong, we meet again.”

Tong Yu looked at Lin Yi. “Yes.”

Her computer had an emergency button. If pressed, every armed force in the Tong family would rush to her aid.

“Don’t bother asking for help. Whoever might save you is already in hell, waiting for your company,” Lin Yi said, as if reading her mind.

“Where’s my father?” Tong Yu’s eyes were bloodshot.

“I killed him with a single punch,” Lin Yi replied calmly, as if crushing an ant.

“You devil!” Tong Yu’s face twisted in madness.

Lin Yi said nothing. In the eyes of his enemies, he was indeed a devil.